Category: Extreme Phonesex

Unleashing The Serpent

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

He warned me his cock was “different,” that it could be dangerous if handled improperly or awakened by the wrong woman.  He said it wasn’t safe, but my curiosity only piqued. I needed to see it, feel it… Unleash it.

I walk into the bedroom wearing a fishnet bodysuit and heels. He was laying on the bed already stroking his cock as I sauntered towards him. It looked normal to me. Big, thick, and juicy. The veins that raced up his base pulsed a soft hue of green, and I blinked a few times as I got closer. Was that a trick of the light or a hint of what was to come? “It looks like you are ready to play,” I mewled as I crawled up beside his strong thighs.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was lingerie night at work. When I first started, my lingerie was more modest than the other girls. I couldn’t believe how little they wore. Some literally wear the skimpiest bras and g-strings. But now I’m basically the same. On this particular night I wore a red bra, and a red g-string with a fitted, stretchy, red lace little dress over them. It barely covered my butt. But you could see everything right through it anyway. And I wore red fishnet thigh high stockings that had red bows on them. I kept catching everyone starring at my ass. It was so busy. I was just trying to keep up with my tables. Then all of a sudden, I noticed that one of my dad’s best friends was there. I wanted to run to the back and hide. But it was too late. He had already seen me. I was mortified. That was exactly what I was afraid of happening. He went to church with us all of my life. He’s married with kids that are now grown. I just knew he was going to be disappointed in me and go tell my dad. But why was he here?

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Morning Walkies

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Morning sunlight broke through the trees. “Hurry up and sit, good boy, or all the neighbors will be awake and catch you doing your morning walkies.” Jason kneeled at my feet, his hips wriggling about with his excitement. “It was a long night in your crate, huh? Ready to stretch your legs?” His chin lifted up towards me, and he let out a little “woof” in agreement.

I buckled the collar around his neck, and he scrambled to the door. “Ut, ut. ut.” I tsked him and pointed to the floor. “Sit!” He dropped his butt to the floor between his feet and I cliped his leash into his collar. “Okay! Here we go!”

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Medical Cum Extraction

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

My white lab coat hung open, exposing my giant tits that threatend to spill over my bra. I’m not sure if the patient was able to focus on my tits, with much more pressing matters at hand. The boy was strapped down to the gurney, his legs spread wide in stirrups and his hands restrained over his head to keep them out of the way.

“I’ll rub on this numbing gel and you shouldn’t feel the shiny tip at all.” I smiled watching him pant. “You aren’t nervous, are you?” My latex-gloved hands slathered the cool gel over his scrotum, and he whined.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I knew my roommates were kinky, but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what I saw. When I came home, I heard noise coming from the hallway. I followed the it to one of my roommate’s bedrooms. As I approached, I realized that the door was cracked. I couldn’t help but peek in. One was wearing a collar and leash, down on all fours. The other holding a whip and fucking her with a strap on. I stood in shock, but unable to take my eyes off of them. But then they saw me! I didn’t know what to do. It was too late. I was caught. They kept going for a minute. Then the one with the whip and strap on told me that it was my turn. I was hesitant and I guess she could tell. She glared at me and told me not to make her use her whip on me. So I walked in. She told me to get undressed. So I did. Then she told me to get down on my knees and lick the strap on clean. I did as I was told. And it was such a turn on.

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Smothered By Smoke

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Smoke fills my lungs as I inhale deeply, and my chin tips up toward the ceiling. Ahh, I love the burn trickling down my throat where it stretches out in my chest. The loser under my ass slaps at my mammoth thighs in an attempt to tap out. That’s not how this works. There is no tapping out. There is only taking what I give him. I stay balanced over him for a moment longer, his sweaty palm getting desperate the longer I wait. When I lift my ass, he chokes and tries to sit up. Gasping for a gulp of air, I’d been denying him, but instead of allowing him to suck in that deliciously needed fresh air, I gripped his chin and pressed our mouths together. Blowing the used cigar smoke into his desperate lungs.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He was too tiny to matter. He stood there, naked, trying to act confident. Poor thing. I watched his tiny dick twitch like it was begging for attention — but all I could do was laugh. “That’s it? That’s what you wanted me to get excited over?” I stepped closer, towering over him in my thigh-highs and heels. “You brought a toothpick to a sword fight.”

His cock — if I can even call it that — bobbed like it had something to prove. I circled him slowly, dragging one finger down his chest and across his soft stomach. Then I stopped, looked down, and tapped it with my fingernail. Just once. It bounced. I laughed harder. “You’re hard already, aren’t you? From this? From being mocked?” He moaned. I hadn’t even touched him properly. Just words. Just the humiliation of standing there like a useless little thing with a cock that couldn’t even fill a condom tip.

I pushed him down onto the floor. “Lay back. Let me get a closer look at this disappointment.” I straddled him without touching it, grinding just above him, never letting him feel my skin. “See this?” I whispered, dragging two fingers down Continue reading “Too Tiny to Matter” →

mom

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It’s a confession I never expected to hear, not even from Julio. We’ve been friends since college, seen each other through bad breakups, questionable fashion choices, and career crises. We’re the kind of friends who can sit in comfortable silence for hours, knowing the other is just there. But this? This was uncharted territory.

“I know it sounds wrong,” Julio mumbled, swirling the ice in his drink. We were at O’Malley’s, our usual haunt, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses providing a thin veil of normalcy around the confessional booth we’d inadvertently created. Julio, with his easy smile and genuine concern for others, was suddenly someone I barely recognized. He sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. “It started a few weeks ago. I was helping Mom clean out the attic. You know how she is, holding onto everything.”

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behave

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy woke up early and made sure to feed Sissy Baby Tami her formula. Only it wasn’t regular formula, but a concoction mixed with laxatives, hormones and aphrodisiacs. When Tami was done her bottle, Mommy gave her another bottle of formula, then another. She wanted to make sure Tami was over the moon horny, happy and full. Tami told Mommy that the cupboards were bear and so Mommy decided it was time to go grocery shopping but she made Tami promise she would behave.

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Do I Or Don't I GAME NIGHT With Kayla Cumsalot

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Ok, ok, OKAY! So you think you know me. After so many years of spilling your fantasy and secrets, you think we’re close. Some of you even believe there is more than just a hot, filthy, naughty call between us now and again, but…have you ever considered I tell you what you wanna hear? That maybe I feed you the version of me that keeps you crawling back to me, instead of what’s REALLY going on in my deviously manipulative brain? Do you actually know me at all? Well, we’re about to find out!

I’ve compiled a list of “Do I or Don’t I’s,” and we’ll see which players know the real Kaykay best! Some are kinky and some are not. Depending on how well you’ve listened to me during our sessions or what you’ve seen on my Twitter, this could be super easy or SUPER hard!

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